51 When you had broken for me your shell, I touched your tender and glutinous yolk. And licking fingers, I tried your taste. I swallowed yellow and now I want more. I want your shoulders' attentive twist, When you are feeling my eyes with your back, Your turn to me in a slowing rhythm To hold my mercury eyes in your hand. I want the pressure of your light eyes, When you are looking at my breaking shell And glow with yellow when you have tried My-yolk-my-glue-with-my-yellow-of-yen.


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